Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.